He was curled up on his seat, underneath his rug, and though his eyelids had quivered with a momentary excitement, he was careful to remain as near as possible motionless.

Again Selingman's agent spoke, this time more distinctly.
"The young man opposite," he whispered.

"He is English, surely ?" "He is English indeed," Selingman admitted, "but he speaks no German.
That I have ascertained.

Give me your best attention, Meyer.

Here is again an important commission for you.